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Sorry, late to comment here but that Mordheim ogre is the tits. I think you could remove the spike from the shield perhaps, as it looks a bit too cluttered and it slightly detracts from the improvised nature of the weapon, but overall it's just great.

Your Escher are also great, and I think the Redemptionists probably will look amazing painted up but it's a bit hard to get a feel for them at the moment. The goggle/flamer guy is awesome though, you should paint his beard and hair all singed (and drill the barrel).

Like Brutius sorry for the late comment. I think he summed up the ogre very nicely.

The eccliesiarchy gang you have created are brilliant.

Both flamer heavies are flaming hot. The Ecsher's pose is perfect. The flamer priest is soooo soooo good, I love the flamer conversion.

@LDD - I'm detolled so should have one more crusader to post pics of in short order. tahnk you for the advice though my friend

@Bruticus - thank you for the kind words. I'm really proud of the ogre, His legs particularly, considering they were originally spread as a mournfang mount, came out better than I could have hoped for. I agree about the shield in many ways, it just felt very flat but maybe I should have been brave and left it. I will try and get some paint on some miniatures, I'm terrible for it

@PDH - Thanks for the kind words, loving your various blogs at the moment they really push me to try and improve

Getting there, he has been an absolute bastard to get the colours right on, mainly the blacks and finding what shades to wash the lighter areas to make them sit correctly.



All thoughts and advise welcome, will try and get better shots up tonight

I like a muted palette so this works for me, the redness of the fire just adds the touch of colour to draw you in which is a good trick to use.

The only thing I would suggest is maybe changing the colour of his gloves, maybe a brown just to break up the run of black but still keeping it dark ?

CheerS LDD. I know what you mean about the gloves., there were that colour before and just stuck out too much, I'm kinda diggin the all black look but will keep playing with the colours as I paint the rest of the gang, if I find an alternative I can always go back and update him

Here is a pic in slightly better light, and a couple of the next ganger

Those dudes are looking pretty sweet!

Those dudes are pretty sweet. Really love the guy holding the sword with the burning head.

@ PDH - thanks, I find painting generally a frustrating experience. One day i will find someone who loves to paint but hates kit bashing and together we will be unstoppable.

I was bumming around Yaktribe last week and got excited by the various enforcer rulesets available. I also recently watched Dredd and Robocop so everything seemed to be suggesting I try and build some of the Hives finest.

Unfortunately I am a bit stuck as I have run out of parts. If anyone has any Scion legs they would like to swap for literally any other scion parts, especially heads, or want to sell, then hit me up









Todays task is to add the trademark knee pads and toe ends, I'm a bit stuck on what to do for riot shields, I'm considering clear plastic as an option.

I would love to add a taurox transport for them and an Ogryn. This would also make them viable to submit on the thread of iron sleet which I just can't stop looking at because it is so full of win

So I started the day finishing off details on my enforcers until I was forced to stop for lack of parts. Until the heads arrive they will have to be shelved.





I therefore found myself at a bit of a loose end. Talking to KingRedwart last night he was lamenting his difficulty in finding a suitable leader for his pit slaves so I thought I would be nice and try to make him one. I wanted him to look super big and super weird. I did not have an abundance of parts for him so quite a lot of cut and shut had to be involved, for a long time in the process I was really happy with how he was looking but towards the end I was not so sure and looking at him in the photos I am concerned I may have "jumped the shark" a bit









I really need to start logging images during the build so I have something to go back and look over. I think I like all the individual ideas (baby hand, spanner arm, back mounted mech etc) but at the moment they are almost distracting from each other.

Anyway I may rip bits off and move them around but essentially he is yours when/ if you want him Olly.

Nathanie1 out

I think if you gave him a normal arm on his right side, and lost the saw blades, he would be back to the right amount of stuff on him. Right now he seems very much like to many ideas on one dude.

I had another look at him this morning and really wS not pleased with how he was looking. I stripped off the vestidual arms but it still was not right. So I removed a chainsword, swapped the arms over and changed the angle of the head to turn the direction of the miniature.











I think he is looking better, may clean up a few bits and bobs this afternoon but he is all pinned now so is pretty solid

As soon as I saw the new skaven warlord miniature I knew I wanted to make him into a Scavvy King. Here is the WIP. I am still playing about with head and pistol options (Have not even looked to see if scavvy bosses can have bolt pistols!) but his essential pose is blocked out now



Still have to make his left hand and make sense of the gap under his head. I particularly love his little rat companion

Looks pretty cool and the stance works, maybe build up some kind of neck armour or just add some rags around it.

Can I just suggest doing something with his rat feet though

Should've kept the Skaven head. But these are some nice conversions!

@LDD - of course I love suddestions!

@keporA - if I did I think he would simply look like a skaven with a bolt pistol, so much of the model has been kept I needed to do something to move him away from the original.

 nathanie1 wrote:

@keporA - if I did I think he would simply look like a skaven with a bolt pistol

That's the point!

haha fair point

 nathanie1 wrote:
@LDD - of course I love suddestions!

@keporA - if I did I think he would simply look like a skaven with a bolt pistol, so much of the model has been kept I needed to do something to move him away from the original.

Well in that case I suggest you send me all your models and money right away

@LDD - haha, they are in the post

King Redwart on Yaktribe came over today and we spent a couple of hours working on stuff.

Got my scavvy king close to completion...







I got out my scavvy Gang as I built them 18 months ago and wanted to see if they were still up to scratch, I decided that the two scales don't really cut the mustard for me any more so I'm going to make some new ones using my newly acquired and frankly excellent Blightkings kit

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oh dear, well that is quite an error isn't it..... Let me try again

So we have just begun a new campaign ("Raking it in" on Yaktribe) and now that the group is quite settled we are playing around with some added
dimensions in terms of game mechanics and narrative. Even simple ideas such as a hired gun pool that we all use together, bidding against each
other for their services has already added a fun new dynamic. Another idea we wanted to explore was having a 'forbidden artefact', an object that could
be passed between gangs randomly that give the gang both benefits and disadvantages.

The rules mechanic for this is yet to be locked down but I volunteered to write the fluff for the artefact and give a narrative for how it had found its
way down into the under hive. This was a task that I have then put off for the last two weeks, partly because I have not engaged in any form of creative
writing since junior school and therefore did not really know where to start.

Any who this week I have had a dreadful case of flu complete with fever and hallucinations and at some point during this process I churned out this. I really
enjoyed the process once I stopped worrying about sounding like a tit and it was a great distraction from how rotten I have felt. Ive sent it through to the
campaign editor as he gets final say on these things but I wanted to post it here as well in its unedited form before it gets chopped and changed to fit the
narrative

Thanks to anyone who takes the time to read it....



From the observation deck the planet seemed to hang suspended in the void, a dirty brown marble of rock, each hive appearing as an angry welt
upon its mottled surface. It had only taken the Telemachus three weeks to arrive in orbit since the signal had been picked up but the stress of the
wait had taken its toll on Pyke.

His jaw set as he stared at the planets surface. Ten years, was this really where it would end? Or were they too late again?

*******

It should have made their fortune, his, Grady’s, the whole crew. The hulk had ripped back into realspace directly in their path, the chances of such
an occurrence were as astronomical as the fortune that could be made from whatever she contained and it was in every fibre of Pyke’s nature to take
whatever chance the galaxy afforded him. His son would live off this haul for the rest of his life, Wyatt was too young to be living the life of his
father, this would change that.

Only there was nothing, 5 days of the exploration revealed no more than an endless expanse of empty deck halls, gantries and bunk rooms, so uniform
in their appearance that at times it would feel as though the crew were going in circles. And there was something else too, a stillness, stifling and
expectant, as though the air in every chamber had hung undisturbed for millennia and the simple act of walking through each space was a desecration
of its natural state. Eventually Pyke gave the order to cast off although the failure was bitter in his mouth.

The landing bell rang through the upper deck as the ship prepared to nudge her way through the acrid atmosphere above Hive Primus. Pyke blinked and
looked down at the thumbed pages of the book in front of him.

Grady’s Log

10.05.2nd Cycle. 2 days since we left her and everyone is still sore over the lost opportunity, you can feel the despondency in the air, like an extra crew
member. The Captain is in a fierce mood, this one has hurt him.

12.05.2nd Cycle. The crew are becoming increasingly restless. Talk of being watched when at work or alone is muttered in the mess hall. Pyke pays no
heed though. Pirates always have been superstitious by nature. The ships cat refuses to enter the hab blocks, instead he skulks and hisses in the empty brig

14.05.2nd Cycle. Troubling dreams experienced by several members of crew, of being pulled into a endless blackness, thick and warm and at the centre a
figure, pale and gaunt, calling without calling, a white willow in the void. I dreamt it too but said nothing. What can it mean? I conducted an external scan
of the ship to check for any outside interference, all signs normal.

18.05.2nd Cycle. The ships cat has gone missing. Bryce the cook swears he heard it spit and scream but found no trace on inspection. He says he will
murder anyone he finds that harmed it, We have plotted a course for the veil, time off ship will do everyone good.

22.05.2nd Cycle. The captains son has taken sick, his small frame wracks and spasms and his eyes stay wide open and unflinching, stricken and without
focus. The Captain sits with him day and night, no meds or stims seem to have any effect. Farley has moved most of the infirmary equipment to his quarters
and will take over the vigil. The crew mutter that we are cursed. Moral is low.

29.05.2nd Cycle.. a black day, the crew fought in the mess hall. Colton broke Bryce’s arm, saying he was whispering dissent in his sleep all night. Everyone is
struggling under a great weight, as if the air itself is thick like treacle.

31.05.2nd Cycle. Farley says nothing more can be done for the boy, He has moved all equipment back to the infirmary and locked himself inside, not being
able to help the lad seems to have taken its toll, crew are instructed to give him some time.

33.05.2nd Cycle. We have a miracle, Wyatt’s woken up, hungry but happy and with no memory of his illness or any events since we cast off. The crews mood
is lifted by his return and laughter rings out in the mess hall for the first time in days. Farley emerges briefly but claims he is feeling unwell, he worries that
whatever Wyatt fell with is contagious and requests that Pyke allows him to quarantine himself. We all agree this is the best course.

36.05.2nd Cycle. The oppression that held sway over the crew has returned and intensified. Colton and Vance report seeing “a pale shadow” move through
the Brigg on the observation monitors. A full sweep of the ship is ordered but nothing is found. Wyatt has complained that his trunk is missing from his room,
it probably got shoved in storage when the med equipment was piled in, but he seems oddly distraught about it despite insisting that there was nothing of
value inside. I went and asked Farley if he has it with him but he says he doesn’t. it was the strangest thing. As I approached the bay door I could hear him
deep in conversation, I opened the shutter hatch to see who he was with, after all, the man is quarantined, but he was alone and furthermore furious for the
interruption, says he was noting his condition, he looked like hell.

38.05.2nd Cycle. I pulled evening watch last night. I am not a man prone to flights of imagination. I have travelled further than most will ever dream and have
seen more things than a man has the right to in his life time. But last night I have no words for to explain. I was watched, I know not by who, or maybe I should
say by what, but I know that I was not alone. Something is here with us, now, on the ship. I reported to Pyke and he was savage with me, but I know he feels
it too. Ive spent my whole life following that man but this is the first time I have seen fear in his eyes. We cannot reach the Veil soon enough.

40.05.2nd Cycle. We are not alone. Colton went missing during the evening watch. No sign of him on every level. Crew are very rattled and captain has issued
a full curfew and paired duties at all times. Emperor protect us.

02.06.2nd Cycle. It’s over, I look back on my previous entries and shake my head that a man with my experience could be so shaken. Farley, the bastard, it had
all been him. We were woken by the alarm from the evening watch. Bennet and Henderson heard Farley shouting at someone from inside the sick bay, when he
didn't respond they forced their way in and he attacked them with a scalpel. He looked emaciated, like he had not eaten in weeks and he had mutilated his own
face and hands. He should not have been able to stand let alone put up much fight but it took four of us to eventually bring him down and he made a real mess
out of poor Bennet in the process. I have never known a man possess such strength. We found Colton’s body, broken and stuffed in a cupboard. I also found
Wyatt’s trunk. As soon as I moved to it Farley went berserk, screaming for me to get back and pulling at his restraints so hard he snapped his own wrists, so we
moved him through to the operating theatre where we could seal him off. This he found very upsetting, soiling himself immediately and blubbering that we “could
not take him away from it” Inside the trunk was various of the boys clothes and trinkets and unfortunately, the decomposing body of the cat. Pyke insisted that
he question Farley immediately but when the doors were opened we found the fool had swallowed his own tongue. We jettisoned the body immediately, no honours.
A formal burial for Colton will be held as soon as possible and hopefully we can put this godawful mess behind us.

03.06.2nd Cycle. I have found something in Wyatt’s hold chest, hidden under his clothes and linens. It is the strangest thing, a stone, small, unevenly shaped, oddly
warm to the touch, smooth and black and heavy. I have never seen anything like it. I have asked the boy about it and he says he has no memory of it whatsoever,
although he immediately asked if he could have it and got quite upset when I said I was keeping it for analysis. I can only presume he picked it up on the hulk, it
may well be ancient tech, or alien, some sort of navigational tool or lode stone. I am certain of nothing but that it has value. I don’t know why but I haven't reported
it to Pyke. I want to have a better understanding of what we have before I present it to him.

04.06.2nd Cycle. I have told the Captain that I need a rest day after Farley, He has consented. I have it now, in my hand. Its weight sinks into me, its strangely
comforting, and black, inescapably black, blacker than the void, black and warm and bottomless. I could almost fall into it, as if this outside world were merely a
precipice that we all cling to, but I could choose to let go and allow the the thick warm dark to swallow me up and cradle me. I find that I have stared at it so long
that I have missed the evening mess call but it is no matter. I feel perfectly comfortable just here, just as I am.

06.06.2nd Cycle. So black, so smooth, So heavy,. So smooth. And at the centre he is there, I see him now. The pale man, he whispers to me in my sleep. He knows
them all, he has been watching us. And he tells me, each secret a gift. Bryce has loaded dice for when we play cards, Vance once loved a girl on Perusia Minor but
she broke his heart so he joined a ship. Bennet wanted to be an artist before he lost two fingers in the mines on Baphael. All of their lives, one choice after another,
completely unaware of their insignificance, so easily snuffed out. So black, so heavy, so smooth and so heavy.

10.06.2nd Cycle.
HE SEES US ALL,
THERE IS NO MORE,
THERE IS NOTHING,
ONLY THE BLACK,
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Pyke shut the log and sat back in his chair. The final moments played across his mind again. Waking up to the sound of the emergency generator kicking in. The footsteps
of the crew pounding down the main gantry to the Engine Room. His own laboured breathe as he vaulted the final landing and burst through the hatchway, Vance’s hacked
up body on the floor, he'd been the watch that night. Both engines hewn at, their delicate cores crippled and smashed. Then the scream, a long sad scream, the scream
of a child.

By the time he and the crew had made the journey across the ship the escape pod had already gone, his son lay in the centre of the deck. For a moment, to Pyke, he
looked asleep, his mind refusing to accept the information it was fed, the grey pallid skin, the steady flow of blood pooling around his little frame.

Later they would learn from the ships monitors that Wyatt left his room shortly before the alarm went off. What unseen force compelled him to do so Pyke would never
know but he made his way, still in his bedclothes, calmly down through the hold, past the brig and out to the loading bay. He was there when Grady arrived, he stood,
hand outstretched, demanding something from the man, the silence of the monitor feed could not remove the intent of the gesture. Then Grady stabbed him.

If it were not for the homing bead they would have never been able to chase him. All of Pyke’s crew had one so they could locate each others position using a central
mainframe on the Telemachus’s bridge, invaluable when exploring derelict vessels or when one of them ran in to trouble whilst in port. A small sensor embedded between
the skull and first vertebra, powered by the synovial fluid of the spinal chord, cheap, effective and unremovable. When the Telemachus finally limped into the Veil Grady
had already killed two guards who had attempted a stop and search and then made off on a transport bound for the Eastern Fringe. Pyke tried to dismiss the crew, the
plan was to trade in for a solo vessel, but none of them would leave. There was loyalty among thieves if you made things personal enough.

Then began a long protracted chase.

The lurching jolt of changing atmospheric pressures shook the Captain from his thoughts. He swiped across the control board and brought up the last image taken from
the feed, Grady, half way through the hatch, turning round, probably at the sound of the approaching crew. Pyke magnified the image then turned it on its axis. This was
the face he saw at night that made him fear his sleep, the gaunt pale skin, nostrils flared and lips curled cruelly, smirking as he looked back on what he was leaving for
them to find. But it was the eyes that stayed with Pyke. He would see them as he stared up from his modest bunk at his cabin ceiling, he would see them when he sat on
the bridge each evening, looking out into the endless night. Sunken like pools they seemed to rail against the rest of Grady’s face, for inside them, behind the mask of
cruelty, Pyke saw terror, pure raw terror, bleeding out from their pale prison, helpless and damned.

Below them the spires reached up like clawed fingers, groping out to pluck them from the sky. He was down there, even if the beacon hadn’t been steadily pinging as
they approached Pyke would have known, he could feel it through every fibre of his soul. Soon it would be over, soon he would come face to face with the only real friend
he had ever known, and he would kill him.





So there it is. I have a model already partly built to represent captain Pyke, He is going to be very much channeling Joel from the last of us in his general demeanour. When
we have solidified how we want the object to work with the different gangs I will post it up here for feedback and critique.

Nathanie1 out

Got some game time and some modelling time in over the long weekend.

Cobbled together a new wyrd and a second pit slave boss for my own gang.













I have not done any Green stuff to either yet and the bosses shoulders look a little bare but aside from that they are pretty much there.

Nathanie1 out

Pit slave boss is awesome, looks really chunky and solid. I just used that exact same flamer on the back of a fist idea.

The wyrd looks great but I'd consider a different head or adding a beard maybe, it's a good head but Eldar head + Eldar body = Eldar to me. Also I think the pistol doesn't work, it's huge and only Die Hard keeps his pistol on his back like that.

Yes pretty much what bruitcus said the Wyrd looks good but too Eldar needs something to alter the race a bit more. as for the pit slave boss has a nice balance to it all though the head seems a little small in comparison.

O yes the gun is way to large and looks out of place, I would go for some thing more revolver looking and with an oversized barrel (length not girth )

hmm, yes I agree on both counts. I will remove the gun, In terms of the head I like the hair so may do something like give him a beard, I will see what other options I have first.

Thanks for the feedback LDD and Bruticus, as always a real help


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Got a chance to do a bit more, started with a few simple swaps, changing the head on my Deacon to something more elaborate and giving the pit slave chief another buzz saw. the two saws and a flamer make me think he worked on an agri world felling forests





I then went about kit bashing the rest of the gang. note no green stuff yet













I don't know how many pit slaves make up the average gang, I will build another pit fighter and pit slave and that should be enough to start with.

A few more tweaks today to the new gang. I wanted to make my chief and the female slave a bit more human. The skulls are meant to be helmets but I am not convinced it reads well. So I tried some hair on the boss and I changed the female slaves head completely. She is my least favourite of the group at the moment so I will probably change her again at some point.





I then set about my task of adding another slave to give me the choice of an extra pit fighter or techno. I am really pleased with him. It has been difficult to capture on screen but he has a lot of movement without looking over the top. I also managed to use the old summer torso and head which is one of my favourite sculpts however the model is tiny (GW scale creep) so it is nice to give him a new lease of life



I had just about enough time to finish off by getting the hard yards done on another techno. I added the top knot to stop him being confused with a delaque but it gives him a MadMax vibe that I am really liking.



Gang is almost there. Not bad for a day and a half work.

Nathanie1 out

OK lets get the negatives out of the way first starting with those skull heads, to be honest it does not work it seems out of scale to the body and throws the proportions of because of it, have you considered using the top section of a larger skull and adding the bottom jaw from a normal head to create a skull mask ?
I dont know if it would work for you but might give the impression of a helmet rather than just a skull, the rest of the model look spot on which seems a shame to throw it off with the head or you could use the skull mask from the chaos warrior set.

Now the female slaver the first head has the same issue as the above so see why you changed that, however the second seems oddly angled and slightly longed neck but not sure if there is still some GS work to do though

The Deacon fething Rocks love everything about it the head, arms, flamer and embellishment actually I like it so much I want a complete list of bits used so I can copy it (if you don't mind that is ) as I want my own version of this for my RH Nuns with guns gang leader

Liking the firing guy with Vic breather mask could do with some kind of bionic frame added to one of his legs just to emphasize, however he looks pretty cool anyway as is.
Now the other 2 light grey resin guys ( who are they made by the way I thought they may be Sulphur miniatures ? ) the first one is kind of straightforward and looks ok but I do prefer the movement you have created in the second guy even down to the arm positioning replicating the swinging motion


I really like the techno guy with the ripsaw arm and his leaning motion nicely done, but the last guy although quite a simple conversion is another idea I have to borrow as it is so Mad Max that must be in my PA group love it what arms have used on him by the way ? can't tell from that angle